Song Qiao turned her head to glance at Lu Jingchen. She felt that although this man obviously didn’t know how to say sweet words, sometimes his one sentence could compare to ten love declarations, completely capable of moving her deeply.

However, Lu Jingchen was indeed correct. With his abilities and assets back then, if Song Qiao needed it, he could indeed provide her with something ten times better than the Song Group.

Back then, Song Qiao did want to reclaim everything that should have belonged to her, but the events that followed made her abandon those thoughts, especially considering the crisis in her relationship with Lu Jingchen, leaving her with hardly any energy to focus on those matters.

Besides, before Song Qiao’s father passed away, she had already resolved previous conflicts with Song Xi, becoming good sisters. She never intended to compete with Song Xi for the Song Group.

Moreover, Elder Mu had moved to Beijing back then, so even if she reclaimed it, there would be no one to manage it.

Lu Jingchen’s words not only deeply moved Song Qiao but also astonished those watching the livestream online. Mr. Lu’s demeanor was overwhelming, brimming with boyfriend power.

"Oh my, President Lu is incredibly powerful. This answer simply overshadows husbands and boyfriends nationwide!"

"I can’t stand it anymore. I’m so envious, jealous, and resentful of Song Qiao. You can’t find a man like this even with high beams, let alone with a lantern."

"I’d like a dozen husbands like this, please."

"But I do think President Lu makes a lot of sense. Song Qiao is already Mrs. Lu; how could she care about a small Song Group?"

"But don’t forget, Song Group held some status in An City back then."

"Did the upstairs commenter lose their IQ? Even if the Song Group held some status in An City back then, it can’t compare with an international top-tier group like the CK Group, okay?"

"..."

Originally, the netizens were criticizing Song Qiao, but now they are filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment due to Lu Jingchen’s domineering attitude, becoming clear about his deep affection for Song Qiao.

After all, such a man is indeed, as that netizen just said, ’You can’t find a man like this even with high beams, let alone with a lantern.’

Many also exclaimed, wondering what sort of luck Song Qiao struck to be able to marry Lu Jingchen, not only becoming the envy of others as Mrs. Lu but also receiving such tender treatment from President Lu.

Outside of CK Group, a black RV stopped directly outside, and the driver sitting in the passenger seat got out, walking to the back to open the car door. Gu Qing, dressed in professional attire and looking very capable, stepped out wearing black high heels.

As she got out, a sports car suddenly pulled up behind the black RV. Gu Qing, wearing sunglasses, turned her head and just saw Ji Sifan anxiously get out from the driver’s seat, quickly closing the car door and stride towards her, urgently asking, "Where are Qiaoqiao and the others? What’s going on exactly?"

Gu Qing did not remove her sunglasses, speaking calmly, "Inside, there’s a press conference regarding this matter. As for how it’s progressing, let’s go in first."

Ji Sifan nodded, lifted his foot, and prepared to walk inside, but after taking two steps, he retreated to Gu Qing’s side, extending his hand to grab hers and walked inside together.

With her hand being held by the man, Gu Qing was momentarily dumbfounded, and when she came to her senses, a smile suddenly appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Walking directly beside the man made her feel unprecedentedly secure, even as the happiness in her heart began to swell.

Suddenly thinking of something, Gu Qing hesitated but asked Ji Sifan, "Ji Sifan... you... you’re not back in An City because of my message, are you?"

Ji Sifan didn’t pause his steps but turned his head to glance at her, asking in confusion, "What message?"

Gu Qing’s expression was somewhat strange, she thought for a moment and said quietly, "The one where I said if you don’t come back, I’ll go see your parents."

When the man heard this, he stopped in his tracks, causing Gu Qing to unexpectedly bump into his back, her forehead aching slightly, making her frown without letting out a cry of pain. Instead, she somewhat complained, "Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

Ji Sifan didn’t answer her question but held her shoulder, lowering his head to look at her forehead, which was only a bit red. After a while, he spoke, "Gu Qing, I promised you before that I would marry you, but I haven’t told my parents yet."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qing’s eyes darkened significantly, and even her expression turned sour.

Her heart felt a little uncomfortable.

"But..." Ji Sifan saw her slightly displeased look, flashed a smile on his face, and continued, "Since I promised to marry you, once this matter is handled, I’ll introduce you to them. Then I’ll accompany you back to Paris, and once we’re in Paris, we’ll get a marriage certificate, okay?"

Before boarding the plane, he indeed wasn’t prepared to spend his life with Gu Qing, but during those ten hours on the plane, he thought it through very clearly.

As the eldest in the Ji Family, his parents have been encouraging him to marry for years. Since it would happen eventually, Gu Qing is indeed a good choice and more suitable compared to other women.

So the moment he saw Gu Qing, he had already made up his mind.

...

The press conference in the CK Group meeting room continued, and Lu Jingchen’s words made the reporters present suddenly have a proper recognition of Song Qiao’s identity—the wife of the CK Group’s president, whose worth couldn’t be measured by even ten or eight Song Groups.

This made everyone acknowledge one thing: Song Qiao was backed by Lu Jingchen.

However, this realization only fueled everyone’s curiosity and desire for more insights during the upcoming interviews.

Among them, a reporter stood up to ask, "Mrs. Lu, you must have seen the article that went viral online last night. Can you comment on whether the situation between you and RQ Group is really as people have speculated online?"

Just as the reporter’s words fell, the door to the meeting room opened from the outside, and a cool voice sounded, "I can answer that question."